Vanity Poems | Examples of Vanity Poetry

"Running away from pitch of battlefield ...

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As a poet, I never claimed to be any good. If you think I did, you've misunderstood. I only said that between me and Shakespeare, there's only one winner-take-all there. And I left it up to you to guess who....

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From beneath a veil, A shroud itself hidden, Anonymity It's masquerade. Tired secrets languish, Benighted by nature, Emerald, to pale green and white, from jade. A sough in the head, Of their tepid maker, Whispers nothing, wholly unaware. Crafty camouflage, For the crafter of secrets, Who never knew they were there. The irony aroma, Stagnant blood without pressure, Metallic, unmoved, unaffected. Averse to sense, Illusory marionette's, Clear strings, turbid skeins undetected. And the...

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You who worship yourself, listen carefully. I won’t shout. I don’t have to. Truth cuts deeper when it’s whispered. You raise your hands high, but not to the God who made you. You worship the mirror. You exalt dust. You crown yourself king over a kingdom made of ashes. You pray, but only for yourself. You sing, but only about yourself. You preach, but only to glorify...

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she wears the latest fads regardless of her moods mix and matching as per all the rules wouldn’t want to get it wrong as she parades across the catwalk of her days i’m not so fancy i stand at her side in my favourite carefree pullover my simple plain old leggins and my wool socks curled over hiking boots i may not be sophisticated but it's...

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"Arrogance, a harmful disease, Never keeps human souls at ease ...

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HAPPILY DISCONTENT One may wish to own a JW Turner The art of art is the skill of knowing And recognising every good earner The online market for art is growing Yet it is more my greed I must quell One needs a real space for showing With my few fake Masters left to sell I found a gallery, as credibility counts For a...

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In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A paradox reigns, in endless sway, The good perish, while the wicked thrive, In this land, where virtue's brief, and vice survives. Patriots fall, like autumn's leaves, Assassinated, poisoned, for their noble deeds, Their voices silenced, before their time, As darkness feeds on justice's prime. Bola Ige, Barnabas Igwe, Marshall Harry too, Ogbonnaya Uche, Ken Saro-Wiwa, and more,...

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I do desire we may be better strangers. — As You Like It, Act 3 Scene 2, Line 254; Orlando to Jacques She called it venting; I called it theater. On a loop, it was non-stop tragedy with no intermission. When I spoke of my dreams, she'd flinch, as if I had farted during her soliloquy. So,...

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I’m a liar, a thief of honesty my body is a temple of deceit, my voice screams hymns of dishonor all to feed my need for vanity I paint my face in borrowed truths, a mask of gold, a hollow shrine. Each word I speak, a fragile thread, spun to make the false divine. But mirrors crack and colors fade, reflections...

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Nobody's life can ever be complete without smiling at everyone passing by, it's not something out of line; I wouldn't live with people who can't be sharing: say hello to someone and see that face really shine! Miserable people live less, be a happy person anytime; every heart can sing with human voice, if we let it sing with us: how...

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Strutting in place Message defaced Words left to spew Bombast in view Worshipping mirrors Begging for fame Image debasing Vanity’s — claim (The New Room: March, 2025) ...

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Let those failed lights keep their starry darks, no hidden treasures have they – gems who hoard their sparks, as bushel a-cap heaven’s dearest light, blessed with angel appearance and nature now in free mirror fall kingdom sovereign pool of self worships self-love, that’s all -- ...

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You know, I was never that impressed by the way that prim emperor dressed. So you can just suppose ~ when he dropped in sans clothes ~ that's frankly when I liked him the best....

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Writing freely From my newly glued on tips of plastic glued to my nail a semi-permanent solution to looking put together as my sister advised these fake glued on nails make it look like you tried for every day you wear them if everything else is a mess at least you can have these plastic tips to pronounce anything else but the laziness or carefree nature of perhaps...

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